The muscles on his chest and arms were not well defined.
The muscles in her legs were contracting painfully.
His jaw muscles worked.
The muscles in her legs felt numb.
Suddenly strong fingers began working her shoulder muscles, delightfully descending to the muscles on either side of her spine.
Dusty's jaw clenched until he felt the muscles tick.
His long, sleek hair was tied in a tight braid, and despite the cold and wind he wore only a long-sleeved sweater that hugged the muscles of his arms and shoulders beneath a down vest.
I don't want her muscles turning to jelly.
Her eyes traveled over the image of him training others, his whip-like upper body bare to reveal the roped muscles of his shoulders and chest, the tucked waist and flat abs.
There was a chill, but once Dean began warming his muscles he felt comfortable in this familiar posture.
She rested her hands on his chest, but they didn't stay, instead running over the muscles of his chest and around to his back.
Yet he still couldn't control his facial muscles or speak.
His shirt stretched tightly over his shoulders and across his back while his biceps flexed and the roped muscles of his forearms rippled with his tinkering.
She felt both awed and terrified watching his rippling, shapely muscles move beneath the olive skin.
He relaxed and tested the muscles of his arm again, dissatisfied with being injured.
But the indigo jeans hugged his lean hips in a tantalizing way and outlined the long muscles in his thighs.
His back was towards her, the expanse of golden skin stretched over bulging muscles startling her.
His teeth were grinding loudly enough for her to hear, and his face was ashen and drawn in a look of pain. He couldn't answer – that much she discerned at the rippling muscles of his clenched jaw.
While Dean stretched his muscles and alternated between bites of peanut butter sandwich and a banana, Fred perused the rest of the master lists.
Indigo jeans outlined the long lean muscles in his thighs, and the sleeves of his western shirt were rolled up to reveal tanned muscular forearms.
The muscles worked in his jaw and he glanced away.
Her muscles felt relaxed for the first time in weeks.
He loved war, the all consuming sensations of battle from the metallic scent of weapons and blood to the burn of his muscles as he fought beyond his normal capabilities.
It was taking his muscles a long time to stretch.
If you like having sore muscles at the end of a day or working a job that requires little of your mental capacity so you can contemplate Nietzsche, hey, more power to you.
Suddenly the broad muscles and lines of the count's face began to twitch.